Moments. Life seems to be segmented into little slices these days. Quicksilver pieces of time, each with its own rhythm and feel. Parts connected to the whole that is me, yet not connected to each other.
The fragments that make up who I am. Like pieces of a puzzle. The little girl yearning to play in the rain. The mother fretting over a twisted ankle. The focused worker-bee striving to complete yet one more task before the day is through. The human who just needs that quick break to laugh and dance in the sunshine. The artist who misses her paints. And the daughter who misses her mother.
I seem to be tripping over these fragments from day to day, wondering what to do with some and others - well just holding them and running with them pell-mell trying to get them to fit. Fit into the puzzle that is my life, even if I don't quite understand where or what all the pieces may be.
Perhaps I am moving too fast. Perhaps, if I can just stand still the fragments will all fall around me and I can sweep them together until they coalesce into someone I recognize.
Gee, I hope I like that person when I finally stop to meet her.
Now, that is a thought to give one a bit of pause in a frenetic day.
Its Cold Out Here....but Beautiful....
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